Quotes About Emotion

In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.

The fact that he and she understood each other without a word seemed to bring them nearer than any explanation would have done.

He turned to me, full of a terrifying benevolence.

he plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate

Courage - that's the secret! If only people who are in love weren't always so afraid of risking their happiness by looking it in the eyes.

What's the use—when you will go back?" he broke out, a great hopeless How on earth can I keep you? crying out to her beneath his words.

He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.

She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to him.

Archer, through all his deeper feelings, tasted the pleasurable excitement of being in a world where action followed on emotion with such Olympian speed.

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented: even the stains of her grief became her as rain-drops do the beaten rose.

Only, I wonder - the thing one's so certain of in advance; can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?

She clung to him desperately, and as he drew her to his knees on the couch she felt as if they were being sucked down together into some bottomless abyss.

Because I - because I want to feel you holding me, he stammered, and dragged her to her feet.

When she said to him once It looks as if it was painted! it seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go no farther, and that words had at last been found to utter his secret souls.

Archer reddened to the temples, but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock about it if it were left undisturbed

There had been days and nights when the memory of their kiss had burned and burned on his lips; the day before even, on the drive to Portsmouth, the thought of her had run through him like fire; but now that she was beside him, and they were drifting fourth into this unknown world, they seemed to have reached the kind of deeper nearness that a touch may sunder

Her head bent back, she took his kiss, and then drew apart. The sparkle in his eyes she understood to be as much an invitation to her bloom as a tribute to her sagacity.

Not for the world would he have made a significant to her, though it seemed to him that his life hung on her next gesture.

he had found her lips at last and was drinking unconsciousness of everything but the joy they gave him.

That man touch a hundred? He looks as if he was dead and in hell now!

Life has become too telegraphic for curiosity to linger on any given point in a sentimental relation;

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And if you can't come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, & if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, & if, when you hold me, & I don't speak, it's because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur (Joslin 20).